Her Undeniable Temptation novel Chapter 3

It was official. Zoe loathed the sound of her alarm. She wondered why she had set the damn thing. It was Sunday for Goodness sake. Sundays in the supernatural world weren't special or great in any way.

Zoe thought Sundays were supposed to be for resting but she had to train with her dad. Most people around the estate just go on with their usual lives. The funniest fact was that these same people could kill a person without flinching when the time of war against the enemies arises.-

They were always ready to attack.

They were sure diligent to their pack when the time arises.

Zoe was part of the people who were ready and prepared for any situation. Her father worked at the packhouse! He was Dora's dad's right-hand Beta.

She had woken up late, and with a headache too. She glared at the alarm which still made that horrendous beeping sound she hated.

"Fuck! So annoying." She gritted under her breath. She picked it up and tried to put the damn thing off, but it only seemed to worsen her headache.

Frustrated and a little mad, she flung it at the wall causing it to smash against the wall before it crashed to the ground and stopped beeping. It was broken and Zoe felt nothing but blissful relief. She ran a hand through her hair as she stood up.

She pulled her socks on before exiting my room.

"Oh, man!" She groaned.

Her throat felt dry and she wanted a taste of sweet milk. She went down the stairs. The house appeared empty.

”Dad? Dad?" She called but got no answer. ”Lilian? Lilian are you home?" Still, there wasn't any reply. Zoe felt like they might have left her all alone again.

She sighed, mildly annoyed.

She entered the kitchen and took out the milk carton from the fridge and poured some into a glass. She gulped the milk impatiently, poured another glass, and did justice to that one too.

She wondered why she felt so thirsty. The school was to begin tomorrow. That was a bummer because Zoe hated school.

'Who invented school?' She thought to herself. 'And why?'

But do nerds hate school? Zoe knew that according to the stereotype they were known for their intelligence.

Do they even need school?

She checked the time on her phone. It was only 10:30 AM.

Then she remembered.

The neighbor's welcoming cake. Today was just the right day to deliver them their banana muffins, she thought.

She went over to where her handheld mixer was kept in the kitchen but she growled angrily when she remembered that it was kept almost out of reach. Dad usually helped her get it down without any qualms.

"This is just bad timing!" She thought.

She brought the stool close to the cupboard and ascended on it. She tried to stand properly as she fought to keep her balance.

She finally found balance on the stool precariously. Her hands soon got the mixer before grabbing a sigh of relief as she dragged it carefully towards herself. At the sound of footsteps entering the kitchen, Zoe got startled.

She tried to look back at the person who had walked inside the kitchen and that instantly caused her to lose her balance as she fell heavily on her butt. She looked up to find Luke glaring at her with a smirk.

This son of a b—!

She couldn't help but notice he had perfect features but she was told nobody was perfect.

Perhaps Zoe would stop believing everything the teachers spouted in class.